I agreed with an orphanage house on photographing its resident children; kids who were either abandoned by their parents or had no parents at all.
In the end, however, the photos that I submitted to the orphanage manager were different than the ones I kept for myself.
The photos I kept did not only reflect what was physically happening in them, but they also showed my thinking while I was taking them: lives full of distortion, doubt, anxiety, and fear. Fear of the uncertain tomorrow that would offer them only ambiguity and not much else.
© Ardavan Roozbeh
